Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 412 Hidden secrets
"Use your burst damage! Use all your burst damage! Be careful to avoid your teammates!"

Nietzsche was still shouting into the microphone, her hands never stopping as she continued to throw out lightning runes—

Because she has been busy leading the group, her cultivation level and rank are relatively low in the group, and she has not learned many spells and techniques. Therefore, at times like this, she can only rely on spirit talismans for output.

Fortunately, as the head of one of the wealthiest communities, she was also very rich. If the spirit stones had the ability to attack, she could have used them to play some kind of "all-or-nothing" attack to deal damage. The cost of a mere stack of spirit talismans was nothing at all.

Fortunately, most of the Red Feather Night Owls had been killed after being attacked by the players. The remaining few dozen were whittled down by several small teams working together very well. In no time, all the Night Owls were wiped out.

This time, the red feathers that had fallen on the ground covered a lot, and Renxin Huadao spent quite a while picking them up.

While meditating to recover his mana, Nietzsche said in the group voice chat, "Everyone, take a break, adjust your state, recover your mana and health, and we'll continue on our way after we finish collecting the loot from the Transformation Path!"

Having just experienced a relatively easy and unexpected battle with zero deaths, everyone relaxed a bit and was in a good mood. During the break, they chatted casually in the team channel.

"Is the Endless Ruins just full of hordes of these little monsters? They're not hard to fight, but they're still pretty annoying!"

"Yeah, that's possible! To be honest, it's definitely more troublesome than the Great Thunder Scripture, but the difficulty level seems about the same?"

"Not even close! You only think it's nothing because you've played so many times and gotten so skilled. But the initial clearing was much more painful than this! This is nothing!"

However, some players found typing troublesome, so they simply chatted with their friends and family in the game.

"You know what, this place is kind of creepy, there's not even any sun!"

"The key is this big bone!"

One player pointed to the mountain-like skeleton of an unidentified creature in the distance and guessed, "It looks like dragon bones? They're so big! They seem to be even bigger than the golden dragon we came in with! How big must it have been when it was alive!"

"But the scene is so realistic! Look at these bones on the ground, wow—I'm getting goosebumps! So many bones, how many people must there be!"

A small group of players who were on good terms were chatting when they suddenly heard a somewhat ethereal voice coming from underground—

"Including the warriors of various races who entered this world three times, there were more than 1,500 human cultivators, more than 300 Di warriors, more than 200 Wuyan clan members and more than a dozen Youlong clan members. There were also about 100 other alien races who perished here."

"Fuck!"

The group was startled, and one player even sprang up suddenly, attracting the curious gazes of all the surrounding players.

Suddenly, a wisp of gray smoke rose from the ground, slowly gathering into a ball, and a human figure could be vaguely discerned within it.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding players immediately stood up in alarm, staring intently at the figure.

A quick-reacting player sent out an "Identify" command, but to no avail. They exclaimed, "Holy crap, I can't identify it! It looks like a yellow-named character! This shouldn't be a BOSS, right?!"

Other players speculated: "Maybe this is part of the storyline?!" "What sect are you cultivators from? It's really strange that someone with such cultivation level was sent here!"

The figure seemed to have been observing the players for quite some time. When speaking, it accurately located Nietzsche's direction, clearly believing that Nietzsche was the players' leader.

"We are disciples of the Taiyin Sect," Nietzsche replied earnestly, assuming it was just some dungeon storyline, without giving it much thought. "We entered the [Endless Ruins] to subdue the Nine Nether Demons!"

"Nine Nether Demons? There are more than just Nine Nether Demons here."

The figure sighed softly, muttering to itself, "It seems you were also tricked into coming here... Alas! I don't know why humans are so short-sighted! With a formidable enemy at hand, they still turn on each other!"

As she spoke, the gray smoke surrounding the figure gradually seeped into the ground. Nietzsche immediately panicked—this was a raid instance! Who knew if this kind of bizarre plot had any hidden easter eggs or drops? If she said the wrong thing and it made the fight harder or she got fewer rewards, wouldn't she regret it to death?

So she quickly ran over, reaching out to stop the figure from leaving, saying urgently, "Hey!? No! Don't misunderstand! We came in voluntarily! We know we're just fighting monsters from the Guixu Sea! We weren't tricked into coming here! Or were you tricked? Is there some hidden story? Do you need our help? We're experienced in overturning wrongful convictions!"

She spoke extremely fast, one sentence after another like a machine gun, as if afraid that the figure would run away before she finished speaking.

However, the figure did seem to have no physical form. When she reached out to touch it, it simply passed straight through the gray smoke and she didn't touch anything. She only felt a chill on her hand, as if a cold wind was gently blowing past.

"Voluntary? This is a Five-Colored Formation!"

Hearing Nietzsche's words, the figure did indeed stop his action of burrowing underground, but his tone was still full of doubt: "Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would have a hard time surviving if they came in, let alone a group of you who are only Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators?"

Renxin Huadao awkwardly tried to save face: "Uh, well, it's a long story. In short, we're not afraid of death, so it doesn't matter if our cultivation level is low!"

The figure scoffed, "Heh, who among those who enters the Five-Colored Formation is afraid of death?"

Upon hearing this, the other players couldn't hold back any longer and began to offer their explanations all at once—

"No, no, what Huadao means is that we will be resurrected after we die!"

"That's right! What were we set up as in the game? Puppets, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! We're all puppets! We're not afraid to die! We can just be resurrected after we die!"

"So it doesn't matter if your cultivation level is low, you'll just be a hero again in ten minutes!"

"Wake up! I've reached the Golden Core stage! My resurrection cooldown is now half an hour!"

……

Seeing that the conversation was going off-topic, Nietzsche quickly took over and said earnestly, "So, you don't need to worry about our safety. I just wonder if you could give us some information about this small world, or if there's anything you need our help with?"

The figure-shaped wisp of gray smoke suddenly rose up, hovering around Nietzsche, its tone full of doubt: "A puppet body? A puppet body can still be controlled freely in the Five-Colored Array? Could it be that you came here using the method of splitting the soul and possessing the body? But if that's the case, even if the puppet is destroyed and still unable to save its life, it should still take ten or eight years to recover. Why is it like this?"